(poetry diary  187 -2/24/17) For the sake of sanity, I’m trying to alternate political poems w/regular-life poems.  Went looking for one about skiing, which I’m hoping to do this weekend if I can find any snow,  and found this.  Good poem. Definitely doesn’t avoid politics, though. 


Maxime Kumin

I love to be lured under the outstretched wings

of hemlocks heavily snowed upon, the promise

of haven they hold seductively out of the wind

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